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OctPoWriMo 26 - Coming Out

“Coming out” can mean multiple things,
But usually it indicates that you
Have been hiding, but now you break through,
To be free, to rise on honest wings.
Hiding part of who you are can sting;
It’s hard on you when you cannot be true,
To know that no one knows th’authentic you,
And so you step into the light and sing.

You are the only you who’ll ever be,
And if you are not you, then no one will.
We should fete the open closet door,
Love one another, help them to be free.
Rejection, disapproval, hatred kills;
Everyone deserves their wings, to soar.

OctPWriMo 25 - A Spectrum of Passions

I will swing
Ev’ry door wide open
Until the truth rings out loud and clear
I will sing of Your mercies forever, Oh Lord
I will have pride in how You made me
I am meant to be me
As I am
I am not this or that
I am a spectrum of passions
I am everything that I was meant to be
In and out, up and down, back and forth
Girl and boy, you and me
This is me

OctPoWriMo 24 - Open All the Doors

YouOpenAll the doorsThat I had lockedDeep within my soul.Sometimes love is hard work,But I am willing to doWhatever it takes to keep you.I gave you keys to my deepest soulAnd you let the light and the air inside.
Image from Pixabay
I chose the etheree today because it feels "open" to me.

OctPoWriMo 23 - Drown in Me

We used to come together like two opposite magnetic poles, drawn to one another no matter what. Our love was effortless, preeminent, claiming its place as a priority in our lives. You were enthralled by my thoughts and words, listening to me for hours on end as I rambled at length. Now, though I know you still love me, you fade away into your phone as I speak, losing yourself in things that are not me. The parts of my soul that I once shared with you easily are now hidden beneath dishes and laundry and cooking and TV.

The glassy surface
Hides the untold depths beneath
Will you drown in me?

Image by Larisa-K on Pixabay

OctPoWriMo 22 - A Palindrome on Forgiving

Forgive?
I don’t know.
Will you?
Can I?
Yes
I can.
You will?
No don’t.
I forgive.

OctPoWriMo 21 - Joy or Misery

Tomorrow is a mystery.
I cannot know what happens next;
It could be joy or misery.

Life is simple yet complex,
And who am I to be alive?
I cannot know what happens next.

Sometimes I truly am surprised
That I am me and here, aware
For who am I to be alive?

There is no one anywhere
Who is exactly as I am,
For I am me and here, aware.

When I am gone, never again
May my thoughts and dreams draw breath,
For I'm exactly who I am.

I do not know what’s after death;
Tomorrow is a mystery.
May my thoughts and dreams draw breath:
It could be joy or misery.

OctPoWriMo 20 - My Heart's Cry

Today's prompt suggested the minute poem.


My Heart's Cry
In this moment, here with meWe are carefree;You are my heartFrom end to start.
I need you to acknowledge me,To really see,And hear when ISpeak my heart’s cry.
Forever won’t be just a dreamWhen we’re a team;We can makeIt seconds take.

OctPoWriMo 19 - Love is the Answer No Matter the Question

Today's prompt suggested a contrapuntal poem.


Love is the answerNo matter the questionWhen life is hardOne thing is trueAll I need is loveI want more from YouLove is much biggerYou are much greaterThan I can imagineThan I can see

OctPoWriMo 18 - The Princess and The Dragon

Image by SilviaP_Design on Pixabay
Once upon a time a princess dreamed
And, deep within her heart, desires gleamed
For more than princesses are meant to gain,
For something unexpected, not mundane.

Kissing frogs is fine for other girls—
More her style were lions, tigers, bears.
She ruined many petticoats before
Her parents let her wear trousers and drawers.

She met a dragon in a darkling cave
And, where a knight would send it to its grave,
She bowed and offered friendship to the beast,
And from a curse thereby it was released.

The scaly creature faded rapidly,
Transformed into a girl who smiled bashfully.
The princess wrapped her cloak around her frame
And smiled and sweetly asked her for her name.

Now, together they explore the land,
Side by side and often hand in hand.
Minstrels far and wide sing of their deeds,
How everything they do always succeeds.

OctPoWriMo 17 - Anything for You

I may be a fool for you,
Yet, there are things I wouldn’t do.
I’m sorry, but you know it’s true:
I won’t do anything for you.

It sounds romantic to eschew
All sense and logic, go askew,
To find the cracks, and to fall through,
But I won’t do anything for you.

Let me be clear: I still will do
Almost anything for you.
I’d give my life and my soul too,
But I won’t do anything for you.